[Intro: mornin Haha, wake mother fuckin asses up Yo what is the Well come on then, you know what it is Stop sleepin on my bitch!
1: Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass Cause I'ma have the last to ever kiss ass with I just can't get past little pissants That wanna be bad asses so bad And they so mad they can't it Cause we can and they can't (Haawk) And they handle it like a man And that's it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore you got to go and resort back into that shit I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without to sslap em Believe me I'd much pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it get's on the mic Cause I'm tellin you now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pit you get bit bB These words to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me bullets do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est thing and gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Kieth when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & are you with me?
[Chorus: Come on an come on an Kick your shoes off mother come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of an Wake your ass up quit yawnin Cause we leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the an If you know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em join in Everybody on an
2: Swifty] Its in the media me of a beef starter In a party heat it's hard to keep me without one slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun Constantly popin they hot son, better not run The of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a house of dog shit, I'ma gothic death project, you stop You die quicker than speed without bleedin It about what you readin When you me better speak like a season's greetins that or we'll be beefin free when You niggaz need a 'E' just to shit! leader is a botique bitch Keep the heater you can reach quick I you with it and we won't even keep it a secret Nigga I did it from a mind of a patient When glocks wave you can save conversation for satan You
Eminem] Come on an come on an Kick your shoes off come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of an Wake your ass up quit yawnin Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the an If you don't know the words an you can't sing an Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin in come on an
[Verse 3: Yo yo I heard you niggas don't us But so what this is like 'What the fuck did he say in his rap I can see that just a punk I mean niggaz squeeze on me I'm seeing guts I don't no enemies, as my family a couple trucks Am I empty seein them I emtpy out them white to fight you In front of every that I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I So emotions to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up heavy sales And just an leave D12 and this blunt We can't destruct I've never felt it this on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs night of his life
4: Kon Artis] I walk with a limp, hangin off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick sparkin a fith Your is split even the beef is partially thick We take you serious, you a comedy skit You wish that you could be out shootin them G's But the only thing you is the breeze I can't believe you speaking on key's But every time we hear you it The only thing you sellin is wolf I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut So when they you better bust back And get guts clapped outa your stomach And they want it (yeah) I bring a niggas from runave So get your gun and if you
Eminem] Come on an everybody on an Kick your off motherfuckers come on an we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your ass up fuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the So sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you sing along an Fake you know 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody on an